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Death Poems About Spider

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Poem Details | by Anthony Biaanco |
Categories: death,

stone spider

upon the shade 
stone spider sits,
hungry as cool morning wind
cricket will come along
violin legs painting songs
on petal street,
there eyes will roughly meet 
at the intersection of life-v-death...
bent violins beneath the feet
saited as the evening wind...
upon the shade 
stone spider sits

Poem Details | by Charlie Knowlton |
Categories: death, goodbye, insect, murder,

Spider Skeletons

               Maybe one hug for the one hundred bugs,
               you ate in my window of bay.      
               But now that you`ve eaten,
               your life I`m deleting,
               for your creep will soon crawl my way.

Poem Details | by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories: animals, life, loss, sad, sympathy, visionary,

Creepy Spider

Spider miss spider,
Crawling down my hand,
Don’t you realize
You’re in no mans land.

You’re so creepy and ugly,
So this will not do,
Wish I could tell you,
To find someone new. 

You had been on my jacket,
For no telling how long.
I swept you to the carpet,
Now angels sing you their song.

Black as the blackest, black
(say that one ten times fast)
Creepy as you can be,
Looks you definitely lack,
Should I have put you on a tree?

Guess it is too late,
To change my mind now
For you have met your fate,
Maybe coming back as a cow.

Then steaks you will provide,
There will be hamburger too,
So maybe next time hide,
So I wont have to smash you.

Poem Details | by Martyn Austin |
Categories: death, devotion, halloween, life,


I killed a spider today. I didn't mean too. I knew it was there. I'd been minding it all day. It was hiding. I squashed it by accident. I am ashamed. A spider can carry a soul, back from the dead. I never kill spiders, if I can help it, as I once knew a spider that carried a familiar soul.

Poem Details | by David Ashby |
Categories: animal, childhood, crush, death, horror, hurt,


Whats that creeping up my Wall
Black and hairy Fierce and scary
Climbing boldly higher and higher
Oh no it’s dropped it’s near the fire 
Creeping slowly towards my bed
I stamp on it and now it’s dead